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"My neck is fuckin' killing me," Janae complains, rolling her neck for some sort of relief. "Hell yeah. Sewing is no joke." Aaliyah walks over, holding her own neck. "Come over and I'll massage your neck for you love," Aaliyah offers, a small smile. Janae normally would tell her to fuck off but the pain was way too much. "I think I might actually take you up for that."

"Uh..hey, what you got on your tray?" Cindy asks an inmate who was in orange so she was obviously new. "Eggs and some kind of tomato sauce," Lolly answers. Cindy looks at Aaliyah and Janae in shock. "I did not see no eggs up there. You see eggs?"

"I did not see eggs." Janae answered.

"It's kosher. You gotta ask for it," Lolly said.

"Kosher? Like some pickles, kosher?"

"No, there's all these Jewish laws about food. Kosher means they obeyed all the laws. They make it special." Janae and Cindy share an equally confused look, knowing damn well Lolly did not look Jewish. "Well, you don't look Jewish to me." Cindy said as Janae took an orange off Aaliyah's tray.

"I'm Lutheran. From Norway. But they're not allowed to ask you about that on account of the Holocaust, so I don't say shit." Aaliyah chuckles, walking over to their table on taking a seat. Janae sits next to her, still moving her neck from discomfort. "Uh-uh. This changes everything." Cindy says, sitting next to Aaliyah.

Aaliyah noticed Janae's neck bothering her and used her right hand to massage it. "That feels better." Janae groaned softly.

"I got next," Cindy adds.

Aaliyah furrowed her brows, listening to the conversation between Vause and Chapman. She lowkey didn't like either of them. Alex was just an annoying lesbian and Piper was just an annoying blonde. "Whoa! Hold up. These bras cost $90?" Piper nods, "I know, right? And I get 45 cents to make them. It's basically slave labor." Yeah uh, definitely not the right wording to be using Piper.

Aaliyah, Cindy and Janae turn around hearing that. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. You do not get to say what's slavery, okay?" Cindy and Aaliyah both hum in agreement. "I get to say what's slavery." Piper turned around fully to see them. "And PS, technically, it's more like indentured servitude." Aaliyah hums, "Y'all don't know about that slave life."

Janae snaps her fingers, agreeing with Aaliyah. "We makin' a dollar an hour. That's like 10 times what we got before."

"But the other jobs are about prison upkeep. The Whispers people are profiting from this." Piper said, trying to get her point across, which was kinda pointless.

"I'm okay with that."

"Mmhm. Me too."

"I honestly don't really care," Aaliyah shrugs, turning back around with them. Janae grabs her hand, putting it back on her neck. "I didn't say stop."

"You're lucky I like you."

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"How the fuck do you do this?" Janae complains, losing her position. As of now, Aaliyah was attempting to teach Janae pilates. "Once you get the hang of it, it gets easier." Aaliyah shrugs, holdi.g her position. Janae sat down, leaning against the bed frame. "I'm not flexible enough for this shit." Aaliyah laughs, dropping her position, she turns to face Janae.

"You don't necessarily need to be flexible. You work your way up to it. Come here, I'll show you." Aaliyah grabs Janae's hand, pulling her over. "Put your feet right here on the frame." Janae does as so. "Now push your hips up and hold the position. This should be easy. It works your muscles." Janae fails to hold it, causing her to sigh. "It's okay. I'll help you. Can I touch you right here?" Aaliyah asks before she goes to place her hands on Janae's lower abdomen and back.

"Yeah, sure." Aaliyah nods, moving her hands on Janae's body, she helps elevates her hips, holding her into the correct position. "And what does this achieve again?" Janae asks as Aaliyah slowly moves her hands, letting Janae hold the position by herself. "Abs, muscle strength, core strength, neck strength, and it'll help more with running. You'll be able to control your body more. It's very good for you. Hold it for another minute."

"This is supposed to be the easy position? Shit it's killin' me." Janae huffs. Aaliyah let's her drop the position, smiling at her struggle. She honestly didn't need to do it, Aaliyah was fine doing it by herself but Janae insisted. Secretly, she wanted to learn and try to adjust to more of Aaliyah's hobbies. And maybe it was a good excuse to spend more time with the girl.

"Now we're gonna try a bridge. I'll help you get into the position and then I'll do it with you." Aaliyah explained, passing Janae a water to hydrate herself. "Ready?" Janae nods. Aaliyah moves her hand back, helping Janae into the previous position. "Okay now slowly move onto your elbows. Slowly." Janae does as told, struggling a little bit but eventually getting it.

"Now, slowly lift yourself up with your hands. Bridge, and stay in the position. I'll hold you." Aaliyah held up Janae as she attempted to bridge, it took a few tries before she finally got it. Janae laughs happily, "I'm a pro! This is cool. I didn't know I could bend like that."

Aaliyah chuckles, "You're doing betta than me for your first time." She moves into the same position, bridging beside Janae. "It took me a whole week to do this position, let alone hold it for minutes. I tried to quit so many times." Janae chuckles, definitely being able to see that.

"Now, hold it for thirty more seconds and then elevate one of your legs." Janae hums, waiting a few more seconds. "Now. You doing it?" Aaliyah holds the bridge now on one leg. Janae also copying her movements. "I'm doin' it." She exclaimed.

"Man, what the fuck y'all doin'?" Cindy spoke up from outside the bunk, her hands on her hips.

"Liyah's teachin' me pilates," Janae smiles, finally dropping the position with a tired huff. Aaliyah holds it for a few seconds more before dropping it. "Oh, that's like rich people yoga, right?" Cindy questions.

Aaliyah shrugs, "Yeah kinda, but it's a lot harder."

"Ain't that the damn truth," Janae mumbles.

"Aight, well, I came to borrow some of Liyah's shea butter," Cindy said, walking into the bunk and grabbing Aaliyah's shea butter and Pantene. "Keep it. I was gonna grab some new stuff today anyways." Aaliyah shrugged. Cindy grinned, "why thank you. You know what? Imma take that curl cream too." Cindy goes and grabs the curl cream, heading back to her bunk.

"Wanna take a break?" Aaliyah asked.

"Nah, we can keep goin'. I'm gettin' the hang of this."

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"Don't you think the people buying these panties will geel weird if they knew a bunch of felons made them?" Flaca spoke up. Aaliyah stood up, both her and Janae grabbing materials from the shelf. "Mmm-mmm. They'd probably think that shit was hot." Cindy replies as Janae walked up to the table. "Yeah, they should put that shit on the tag, "Made in Federal." Janae comments. They all crack a laugh at the comment.

Aaliyah walked back over to her table, setting down the materials. "Dudes would be into polyester grannie if they knew they came from a bunch of bisnotches behind bars." Cindy said. And yeah, she did have a point. Weird people like that unfortunately exist. "You know, when I was in Chicago, this guy asked me for my dirty underwear," Chapman spoke up.

"To wear?" Aaliyah asked, looking back from her table.

"To sniff." Chapman replied, a grossed out look on her face.

"Oh. Yeah, that's a thing. Panty sniffers." Cindy says like it was normal which confused Chapman a bit. "In Tokyo, they have vending machines. You can buy dirty schoolgirl panties for, like, I don't know, 10,000 yen." Stella added into the conversation, mostly talking to Chapman. Aaliyah could tell she liked her. But that didn't surprise her, Stella had a huge thing for blondes.

"What that is in real money?" Cindy asked.

"It's like 80 bucks."

Aaliyah shook her head, amused with the topic at hand. Even Frieda had commented on how her old boyfriends was obsessed with noses. "I can't believe that's a thing," Flaca expressed. "Man, everything is a thing! Like them people who like to fuck in animal costumes." Cindy replied. Yep, that was also unfortunately true.

Stella chuckles. "Furries."

"Or those guys who are really into My Little Pony."

"Bronies," Stella corrects once again.

"Look at you, Google," Aaliyah says, looking back at her.

"What are you, some kind of fetish fangirl?" Chapman questions and Cindy laughs. "See, that's the thing with the internet. Nobody's a freak no mo'. See, it used to be all these weirdos sitting alone in their houses, jerkin' it to bugs or falling in love with they toasters, feeling all creepy and sad. Now, all they got to do is log on and find the same minded toaster-loving peeps, and, like, bam, suddenly shit be perfectly normal! Shawty, you could be into cannibalism or like being tickled. It don't matter. Somebody out there is gonna like what you like."

"We need to bring back shame," Aaliyah mumbles.

Cindy ends up sewing the leg shut again, getting laughs from everyone. "How do you even do that?" Janae laughs. "Man, whatever." Cindy clicks her tongue, putting the faulty underwear over her head. "This 'bout to be a headband. Yeah." Everyone laughed again, getting the attention of the man who was in charge. "Inmate! That's offical Whispers merchandise. If you make any more mistakes, we're gonna take the full retail price out of your pay."

"Ooh, what is that? Like 100 hours of work for 25 cents of fabric." Cindy retorts. "Zip it, Hayes, or that's a shot. This is not coffee hour, and there are plenty of bodies in here who'd be happy to fill those seats!" CO Donaldson scolded.

"I didn't know Mr. Clean was such a knob." Aaliyah insults. Janae chuckles, nudging her before she got a shot.

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"Mmm! Fuck, yeah! Hey, y'all, tell me these kosher meals ain't delicious!" Cindy exclaims. Aaliyah couldn't lie, they were hella good. Way better than whatever the kitchen was serving. Though, Aaliyah didn't eat a lot so Janae ate a lot off her plate. "This broccoli still got crunch." Janae takes more off of Aaliyah's plate with a grin. Cindy leans over, taking some off of Watson's. "Yo, y'all gotta keep your voices down," Taystee scolds.

"Y'all get the noodles? Yo, mine had noodles!" Poussey grinned.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm!" Cindy hummed. "Would y'all shut the hell up?" Taystee scolds once more. Obviously wanting to keep everyone else from finding out. "Yo, why you shushin' me?" Cindy says in offense. "You keep running your mouth, everyone's gonna start asking!"

"So?"

"Then they're gonna find out, none of us are actually Jewish, and none of us gonna get 'em." Taystes explains. She made a great point. That would end up happening eventually though anyways. "How do they know I ain't Jewish?" Taystee shushes her. "I actually know a lot on Jewish history, so I could totally pass for a Jew if they question me," Aaliyah commented.

"Man, how come Jews only get to eat this deliciousness?" Janae nods in agreement with Cindy, meanwhile Taystee just shushes her. "Now stop shushin' me!" Taystee gives her a look and Aaliyah chuckles at their bickering.

"That's a eye shush. And a eye shush is just as bad as a regular shush!"

"It is," Aaliyah said, pointing her spoon at Taystee.

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a/n: they're cute your honor 🙏

janae learning aaliyahs hobbies to spend time with her has my whole heart 🤞

aaliyah is the loml

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